Chapter Thirty Seven

The following morning, we woke to bright sunshine. Harry had arranged for our breakfast to be brought up to the suite and we sat out on the balcony to eat it. I ate in near silence, marvelling at the wonderful view and pinching myself to check I wasn't actually dreaming.

Harry was watching me closely. "What?" I said, smiling at him.

"Nothing" he said. "I was just thinking about how beautiful you are and how lucky I am to have found you!"

He really did know how to make my heart melt. I leant across the table and kissed him. "I'll never grow tired of hearing you say that!" I replied. "I still can't believe that I'm with you and that any of this is actually happening to me!"

"Why not?" he said. "OK, this right now is a bit of an unusual situation to be in, but we're just a normal couple who love each other. I'm just glad you came along to that Meet and Greet and gave me your card, else we would never have met!"

"So am I!" I replied. "So tell me" I said, "when you first met me, what did you think? Was I just another groupie?"

"I spotted you as soon as you came into the room and I watched you talking to the others. You came to me last".

"That's 'cos I had to get my nerve first, by talking to them first!" I said laughing.

"Why?" he asked. "Am I intimidating?"

"No!" I replied. "But when you've fancied and admired someone from afar as much as I have over you, it takes a bit of courage to remain composed when you actually come face to face with them!"

I had always been rubbish at talking to blokes I fancied. I always stumbled over my words and blushed like crazy. I remembered how nervous I'd been before the M&G – I almost didn't go as I thought I'd make a fool of myself in front of Harry. I could cope with being a bit star struck around the other three, but as I had felt so strongly about Harry for so long, I had been very worried about how I would react. Luckily, I had the diversion of my business cards to save me!

Harry coloured slightly. "I'm used to screaming girlies or those who just say 'oh my god' when they talk to me, but you were different; calm and composed and really interesting to talk to. Not to mention stunningly gorgeous!"

I smiled at him and we finished our breakfast.

Thursday was the day for the first practice at the Monaco Grand Prix and we would have a fantastic view from our balcony. The first session started at 10 o'clock and we decided just to lounge around in the suite until it started. When the session started, just a few cars came out on track to begin with, but I was amazed at how loud they were as they roared past the hotel.

Harry was completely in the dark about Formula One and kept asking me lots of questions about the various cars, teams and drivers. I was really pleased to be able to discuss something I felt so passionately about with someone new to the sport, and enjoyed showing off my knowledge to Harry!

The session came to an end all too soon, but the second session was due to start just after lunch. We decided to head out into the town for some lunch. We found a lovely street cafe and ordered sandwiches. I looked at Harry as he sat leant back in his chair observing the scenery. I could tell he was enjoying being incognito and being allowed to enjoy some relaxation time without being harassed constantly. Monaco was the country of the rich and famous and compared to some of the movie stars and rock stars we had seen (and both fan-girled over), Harry was a small fry!

After lunch we headed back to the hotel room to watch the second practice session. Afterwards, we talked about what to do next. We decided to go for a walk down to the harbour to admire the yachts moored there. As we strolled through the town, Harry turned to me and said "I could get used to this, you know!"

"Used to what?" I asked. "Living in Monaco? I think you'll need to sell another few million records before you can afford to move here!"

"Well, yeah, it would be nice" he replied. "But I was talking about being alone with you without being pestered constantly. I quite like not being famous!"

I hoped he wasn't about to announce he was quitting the band!

"It is very peaceful" I replied. "But if it weren't for those fans who 'pester' you wouldn't be here right now!"

"True" he agreed. "I don't resent my fame; and I love my fans, but it's nice to be out of the public eye for a change".

I smiled at him and squeezed his hand.

It turned out Harry knew quite a lot about yachts and he took his turn to show off his knowledge to me. I just thought they all looked pretty impressive and very expensive. As we walked along, we came across a sign advertising yachts for hire.

"Hey!" said Harry, turning to me. "That would be perfect! Do you fancy going out on the yacht on Saturday?"

"Sure" I said, secretly hoping it wouldn't clash with the qualifying session! "That would be brilliant!"

"We could do a bit of snorkelling and sunbathing out on deck!"

He went over to speak to the skipper and arranged to hire the yacht all day on Saturday. "Damnit!" I thought, but then reprimanded myself. I was here to enjoy myself with Harry, not to watch the racing!

There was no Formula One taking place on Friday, though there was the Porsche Supercup and the first GP2 race to enjoy. Harry had booked us places at "Les Thermes Marins" Spa and we enjoyed a day of pampering and massage and lunch on their sun terrace. It was early evening when we got back to the hotel, and Harry said to me, "Time to get dressed up hun! We're going to the Casino tonight!"

I was glad Georgia had persuaded me to buy a posh dress and the little black number we had chosen would be perfect for the evening. I headed off into the bedroom to get ready. When I emerged, Harry was tying a bowtie in the mirror. I stopped in my tracks. I never would get over seeing him in a suit. He just made it look effortlessly amazing. Harry saw me emerge in the mirror's reflection and whistled. He spun round and said "Wow! You look gorgeous!"

I smiled and said "You have Georgia to thank for that – she chose the dress for me!"

"Well" he said, crossing the room and kissing me. "I will certainly be thanking her when I next see her!"

I looked Harry up and down once again. "What do you think?" he asked me.

"Daniel Craig has nothing on you! You totally rock the Bond-look!"

Harry grinned at me. "Does that make you Miss Moneypenny then?"

"Not sure" I replied. "They've never actually got it together, have they?"

"Maybe we can change that tonight?" he replied, winking at me and extending his arm, "shall we?"

I took hold of his arm and we headed towards the lift and out to the Casino. Because of the racing, the frontage of the building was rather obscured by protective fencing, which was a shame, but once we got inside, I was amazed by the glitz and glamour, not just from the people there, but also from the actual interior of the building itself. The outside of the Casino was swarming with people. Some obviously tourists, snapping photos of the building, some were dressed up and were heading inside.

We went and ordered drinks at the bar (Martinis, of course!) and stood watching what was going on around us. The high-rollers were easy to pick out, and we indulged in a little bit of celeb-spotting. Some of the F1 drivers were there, whom I pointed out to Harry, and we saw some popstars and movie stars. Mostly, the patrons were just "ordinary" tourists, there for the sightseeing.

I had only ever been to a casino once before, on a drunken night out with a couple of friends of mine so I had absolutely no idea about any of the games on offer, but Harry decided we should have a go, "When in Rome!" he said.

He bought some chips and we headed to the Roulette table first. He decided to play it safe to begin with, by just betting on either red or black and he had mixed results. After a little while we moved to a space on the Blackjack table. Although completely against my feminist principles, I was quite enjoying standing behind my man as he played, clapping when he did well and comforting him when he lost.

After about an hour, we went to the Restaurant de Paris, which was just next door, as Harry had reserved us a table. We had a very enjoyable meal and were able to continue celeb spotting during the meal.

After dinner, we went for a walk around part of the track, as we were right near to the famous Lowes hairpin, so we walked around this, then down and through the tunnel, out to the bus stop chicane. Harry took lots of photos of me standing in the various famous places and we stopped a couple of passing sightseers and asked them to take some pictures of both of us together.

Soon, it was getting late and we headed back to the hotel. I was feeling very light headed after one too-many Martinis and we kissed passionately in the lift on the way back up to our room. I was feeling very turned on, and had done ever since I first saw Harry in his suit earlier in the evening. We arrived on our floor and half-walked, half-stumbled along the corridor as we tried to continue kissing as we made our way to our room. Harry was walking backwards and bumped into a small table with a vase on it.

"Shit!" he exclaimed and spun around and just managed to catch the vase before it hit the floor. I giggled as he set it back on the table. He took me by the hand and led me back down the rest of the corridor.

Back in the safety of our suite, Harry held me tight in his arms I responded to his kisses eagerly, our tongues entwining, our bodies pressed tightly together. Harry was clearly keen to act out the James Bond scenario as he broke away from me and crossed to the mini bar and turned, raising one eyebrow at me. "Martini?" he asked, holding up the bottle. I felt as though I probably already had enough already, but I couldn't help but indulge him.

"Please." I replied. "Shaken, not stirred!"

Harry looked around for a cocktail shaker, but when he couldn't find one, he simply poured the Martini into a tall glass and swirled it around a bit, before handing the glass to me with a flourish.

"Your drink...Miss...?"

Laughing, I flirtily played along with him, "Jones." I held my hand out to him. "And you are...?"

He took my hand and kissed the back of it, looking up playfully at me as he did so. "The name's Judd...Harry Judd!"

I laughed again and moved in closer to kiss him, pushing him up against the wall and squeezing the obvious bulge in his trousers. "Tell me, Mr Judd. Do you have a License to Kill, or are you just pleased to see me?"

Harry winked at me and then reached behind me and gently undid the zip on the back of my dress and suddenly I stood before him naked, my strappy sandals the only garment I still wore.

He took my drink from me and pushed me gently backwards towards the sofa and I relaxed back against the cushions and closed my eyes in bliss as Harry kissed his way up my legs. As he reached the sweet spot, I heard myself say "Oh yes, Harry, kiss me there...please." He obligingly did so, but I felt the need for more mutual satisfaction. I pulled Harry to me and kissed him. "I want you inside me now," I murmured and Harry looked at me as I smiled at him. "I need your cock hard inside me..."

Harry quickly rose to his feet, unzipping his trousers and sitting on the sofa next to where I was lying. He pulled me onto his lap. As we kissed deeply, Harry's hands started massaging my breasts and nipples while I stroked his erect cock. Soon neither of us could stand it any longer and I rose slightly and slowly slid down onto Harry's erection. It felt so good as I impaled myself onto his hardness and I sighed deeply at how satisfied he made me feel. I kissed him again and began to move slowly up and down. Harry's hands were on my hips as we stared into each other's eyes.

The feel of his hands on my skin was blissful and I wanted this moment to last forever, but our breathing quickly became more rapid and I could feel the wonderful feelings starting to build within me. I wanted us to both come together again and timed my movements to match Harry's thrusts. From the look on his face I knew he would soon be shooting his load deep within me and I leaned forward and kissed him hard, our tongues matching the frantic thrusts of our bodies.

"Oh, Harry...I can't...stop," I gasped as the first wave of my climax hit me full force. I closed my eyes as my body shuddered with the intensity and I felt Harry tense up as well, pulling my body down hard onto his cock. With a groan he erupted and we clung to each other as the pleasure ebbed and flowed.

After what seemed like a long time, we broke apart and smiled at each other, the satisfaction evident on our faces. "Well Mr Judd" I said teasingly. "Nobody Does it Better!"

Harry groaned and kissed me. "Trust you!" he said and with that he carried me to the bedroom where I slept deeply, dreaming of spies and glamour and James Bond.